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folkCome on skinny love just last the yearPour a little salt we were never hereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myStaring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it allCut out all the ropes and let me fallMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myRight in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patientI told you to be fineI told you to be balancedI told you to be kindIn the morning I'll be with youBut it will be a different "kind"I'll be holding all the ticketsAnd you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened hereSuckle on the hope in lite brassiereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, mySullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patientI told you to be fineI told you to be balancedI told you to be kindNow all your love is wasted?Then who the hell was I?Now I'm breaking at the britchesAnd at the end of all your lines